Painful To Rememeber Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How painful it is to remember past days?
Especially when you are brought up with hard ways
Hands were trying to reach for two square meals
And utter failure in making any honorable deal

Parents looking helplessly for future of child
Showing no sign of weariness but act very mild
N0 sign of desperation and dealing with presence of mind
With the only hope that some solution is there to find

The animals too go or pass through same condition or similar
I memorize my parent seized with their love for me in particular
What I could not understand most was their stubborn attitude?
Why were they still refusing to budge from faith with gratitude?

They were not fully clothed and witnessed all the seasons
I could see no visible sign of fatigue with any of the reasons
May I was the only hope for their bright tomorrow
They did not bother or surrendered or other things to allow

Mother would never complain of any ill treatment
She might be passing through so much agony at that moment
She would watch me with affection and laugh it out
I would demand for anything and ask her about

Father would get little irritant and loose the temper
He would regret for having being short of or poor
But nevertheless he had the lion’s heart
I could always see him resolute with very good art

Today they are not with me but I am blessed
In life I met all the successes and never faced
Any shortage but got it easily with comfort
I slip into memory with folded hand to report
How parents were undergoing all woes with hardship?
They had no one besides to offer the hand of friendship
Only faith in supreme authority helped them to over come
All problems and hardships were nothing but welcome

I pray the almighty not to rob me of golden past
I revert to the old memory whenever slight doubts are cast
I learn the lessons of tolerance and resolute action
My parents were never frustrated with reaction

They lived with whatever little they had
It was not the reason to feel sad
They were strong enough not to feel bad
They felt for not looking after me well and properly fed

Such things never occur in human being life
Only fortunate may pass through the edge of knife
It is good to preserve it as precious matter
We will know the true value of well being later